The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 90

Isabelle couldn’t stop her body from trembling as she hurried to the elevator and pressed the call button. What was he doing here? Why had he come to look for her at her work? He was already with Naomi. Was that not enough to get back at her for lying?

Jacob walked past her and pressed the call button for the executive elevator.

“We can’t use that one,” she told him.

“We can,” he said as the doors opened. He reached for her arm, wrapped his fingers firmly around her, and pulled her into the elevator with him. He pressed the button for the executive floor.

“What are you doing?” she asked, attempting to free her arm from his grip.

“We’ll talk in my office,” he said, setting a steely gaze on the closed doors.

“Office? What are you talking about?”

A small part of her was convinced she was dreaming. Or hallucinating. None of this made any sense. She knew Jacob was bold, but this was pushing it. He couldn’t just come to her company and do whatever he wished.

He looked down at her, one brow dipped. “I guess your sister kept it to herself, huh?”

At the mention of Naomi, Isabelle jerked her arm from his grip forcefully and stepped away from him, until her shoulder bumped into the side of the elevator. “Look, whatever is going on between you and her…I won’t come between. I’m leaving. Let’s process the divorce papers as soon as possible and I’ll be out of your lives.”

That headache that had started at the lobby made a comeback. What the fuck was she talking about? She had him so twisted he couldn’t think straight.

“What are you talking about?” he demanded.

“She sent me a picture,” she replied.

“What picture?”

“Of you two.”

“We two? Me and…me and your sister?” He pressed his fingertips to his temple and took a deep breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What exactly are you accusing me of, Isabelle? I’ve never taken a picture with that woman.”

“Well, you were asleep when she took it, so you wouldn’t know,” she replied, her tone scathing.

As he stared back into her angry eyes–the fear and nerves were all gone–the pieces slid into place. Naomi had taken a picture of him while he was sleeping. Naomi, who had been seen slipping in and out of his hospital room when they checked the security footage while looking for the diamond ring thief.

Was that when…

His eyes narrowed. “What kind of picture was that?”

Isabelle huffed and then reached into her bag. She retrieved her phone, unlocked the screen, tapped a few times, and shoved the screen in his face. “This picture.”

Jacob frowned as he took it in. And then he read the message below it. Well, now Isabelle’s anger made sense.

And he now knew for certain that Naomi was the thief who made away with the ring. Since there weren't any cameras inside his ward, there hadn’t been proof that she was the one who had taken the ring.

So he had instructed Kevin to monitor her and report if the ring showed up on the market. They never called to ask about her appearance in his hospital room–they wanted her to believe she had gotten away with it. That way, she wouldn’t be cautious while getting rid of the ring.

“Is that where you’ve been with her, all this time? I came by the apartment. Were you at a hotel with her?”

“What do you mean came by the apartment?”

“I moved out.”

“What?” Jason hadn’t mentioned that. While reporting about her whereabouts over the weekend, he had told him that Isabelle had spent the two days at their apartment and didn’t go anywhere.

“Why does it matter now? You know I lied, and you’ve decided to be with her. Let’s not complicate this any further.”

The doors opened into the lobby of the executive floor. He walked out, but she remained inside the elevator.

“Jacob, I told you–”

Sighing, he reached for her hand and pulled her out. The secretary rose to greet him as he passed, and Isabelle gawked at her as they went.